Coffee Break

Coffee, coffee, coffee 

My hands smell like coffee! 

Berry stained lips 

Bean stained hands 

Americano aroma 

I smell like the ground 

I smell like the earth 

Macchiato nails and 

Cappuccino palms 

I stretch them to the sky 

In awe of You and Your creation 

My tiredness is quenched 

My thirst is gone 

You fill my spirit 

My soul 

My every pore 

Every gaping hole 

Your Spirit makes me alive 

Jolts me awake from my deep slumber 

Opens my eyes 

I wake up and smell the coffee 

Once burning hot 

Straight from the pot 

Now feeling lukewarm 

Calling the kettle black 

With no sugar or salt 

No flavour 

No longer the spice of life 

No longer the salt of the earth 

But He takes me into His embrace 

He warms me 

Filling me with life 

I burn I pine 

I thirst for Him and Him alone 

Fully salted

 Sweeter than ever 

Bursting with flavour and richness from Him 

My King 

My Lord 

I worship you 

Take me into your arms 

Rub salve on my eyes 

Clothe me in Your righteousness 

That I may be awake 

Be watchful 

Be the watchman You ordained me to be 

That I may bask in the glory of Your presence 

In Your presence 

For your glory...